Song Yichen stood in front of the door, with a cloudy expression on his face.

Does he like Joan?

When pigs fly!

It's just a habit, and it has nothing to do with liking.

Even if he cares about her affairs, it's because she is an early mother!

After giving myself this hint, I was in a much better mood, pressed the hallway light, turned the doorknob, and quietly entered the room.

There were no lights on in the house, and it was pitch black.

As he first entered the darkness, the man adjusted for a while, and through the faint light he saw a bulging bag on the bed.

JoAnn was asleep, breathing evenly.

Hearing the sound of long, light breathing, the previously calm heart suddenly became soothed, as if nothing had happened.

The man's steps were very light, gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and slowly lay down.

Probably because she was too tired from today's events, she slept very deeply, and did not notice his arrival at all.

After Song Yichen lay down, she found that she actually fell asleep holding her mobile phone.

A subtle light came in through the window, and a few centimeters away, he could clearly see her pure childlike face.

This woman looks cute when she's still asleep!

Like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, harmless to humans and animals, smart and gentle.

Reaching over, he took the phone out of her palm inch by inch, and the movement was very light.

The screen suddenly lit up, and I accidentally saw a piece of text that she hadn't edited.

She and Mo Xiaowan were chatting on WeChat.

He didn't snoop on other people's hidden and private hobbies.

But......

At this moment, he forgot about his gentleman's behavior and left all the courtesy, righteousness, and shame behind.

It's like a voyeur, curious about Joan's phone.

After a quick glance at the screen, he immediately threw his phone away.

It was as if he wasn't scratching his phone, but something that made his hand hurt.

"Hmmm......"

Qiao An, who was sleeping peacefully, suddenly sighed, so frightened that he immediately lay down and didn't dare to move again.

"Song Yichen bastard!"

Qiao An, who was in her sleep, muttered such a sentence, she didn't know that she had scolded Song Yichen in this situation.

The man's face turned from blue to white, and then from white to black.

This woman actually dared to scold him!

Gotta clean her up!

It wasn't until he was about to clean her up that he realized—

She was still asleep, and she was talking in a dream.

I grabbed my phone and wrote a sentence in the input box: My husband is the best, I like him!

Viciously tap the send button.

Then he lay down and went to sleep.

The evil breath in my heart finally came out.

Joan, a woman, still hasn't given up on divorce!

If you dare to mention divorce again, he will give her some color and see!

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Joan is afraid of the cold.

When I go to bed at night, I always like to turn up the temperature of the heater, and I often wake up in the middle of the night.

But tonight, she didn't feel the heat.

The heating seemed to be turned off, but she didn't feel cold at all, and there seemed to be a warm stove around her behind her.

The temperature is suitable and comfortable.

I couldn't help but roll over and hug this stove.

Airplanes......

Airplanes......

Sleeping soundly late at night, the vibrating sound of the mobile phone wakes up the dreamer.

Joan thought her phone was ringing, and closed her eyes and reached out to touch it.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he touched someone next to him and screamed in fright: "Ah......"

"What the hell!"

When Song Yichen heard her say this, he naturally didn't have a good attitude, and his tone was cold: "What do you say?" ”

Joan was even more confused: "What...... It's you? ”

The man snorted softly, "This is my home!" ”

Then he grabbed his phone on the bedside table.

He didn't answer immediately, but let it shake, then got up and walked to the door.

The moment the door closed, I vaguely heard the word "peach".